28th piece

This is the 26th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

This time I don't land, but wake up… to Eric's face. The ocean blue eyes are staring straight into mine and he was so close that I can make out the tiny freckles across the bridge of his nose. "She's alive!" He yells, backs away from the bed, and does a little dance, consisting of a lot of twirling and clapping. I sit up and start laughing my head off. After a couple minutes I catch my breath and look around the room. It's the same room in the infirmary that Eric was in. "Hey, how long was I unconscious for?" I ask fidgeting with the ear piece that has tangled itself in my hair. "About an hour maybe less," Eric makes a point of rolling his eyes and says, "That means that we still have to go to the ball," I groan and look down to see that I'm still wearing my enormous dress. I smooth it out figuring that if I'm wearing it I might as well look good. Eric jumps onto the bed and asks, "By the way Sleeping Beauty, what happened?" My face turns grim and I open my mouth to tell him about what I saw, but then remember where we are and quickly shut it. He nods slightly and leaps off the bed. I notice that he's wearing a black suit with a tie that's the same color as my dress. I jump off after him, not as easily with this huge skirt, and say with a grin, "Well you look spiffy." He chuckles and replies, "You don't look to bad yourself ma'am." He bows and extends an arm, I curtsy and take hold of it. We walk out the door with straight backs and noses in the air and strike up a conversation. "Are you ready for the ball madam?" Eric says "Oh yes very, and aren't you terribly excited to show off your moves, my good sir?" I say, and so forth. After we turn down a hallway we stop in front of my trio of fashion fairies and another trio that I'm guessing is Eric's. Darlene rushes up to me and says, "Oh good you're awake. Now let's fix up your hair." Typical fashion fairy. She snaps her fingers and the rest of the trio are instantly at her side and start going at it with my hair. Eric stands in front of me trying to suppress a smile. I glare at him, or try to; it becomes a squint as a member of the trio yanks my hair.